Hearing the girl’s question, An Zhiying’s face, rarely seen before, flushed red.
"Miss, my heart has completely healed. Thank you." he said.
An Yiqing looked at An Zhiying’s shy demeanor, with his usually cool composure, and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
"Alright, you guys go clean up. I’ll be waiting for you in the meeting room," she said.
An Yiqing had been to "Red Thorn’s" meeting room once before, a few months ago, for a murder case. At that time, she and Gu Yelin had not yet become a couple, and Xiong Tian was still alive.
In just a few short months, so much had happened in Xuandu City. The uneasy feeling of an impending storm grew stronger and stronger.
An Yiqing was lost in thought when a gentle knock on the door sounded, followed by An Zhifeng and the others entering in succession.
By now, they had washed away the mud on their clothes, changed into a set of black casual shirts and pants. Their damp hair hung messily, and paired with the ruthless demeanor gradually revealed by their training, they looked like twelve walking hormones, irresistibly alluring.
An Yiqing gave a warm smile and waved her hand. "Please, take a seat," she said.
As she spoke, she took off the large bag she had been carrying on her back and gently placed the Jade Spirit on the table.
"Today, I came mainly for your health," An Yiqing said as she used Internal Force Shaping to divide the Jade Spirit into twelve equal parts.
This feat stunned An Zhifeng and the others, a look of envy apparent in their eyes.
An Yiqing noticed their expressions and smiled slightly before speaking softly, "Tan Yulin has just reported to me about your training conditions. Although you started a bit late, fortunately, you are young and willing to endure hardships. Given time, reaching the standard level of a regular ’Red Thorn’ member will not be an issue."
Her words brightened everyone’s spirits, but then they dimmed once more.
An Zhiyu, the second in line, noticeably distressed, tugged at her hair and said in frustration, "Miss, don’t comfort us. Even if we’ve reached the level of the regular members, we can’t be of much help to you. It’s all because we’re too old to cultivate ancient martial arts!"
In the past few days, the instructors from "Red Thorn" had taught them about the world’s structure as a course, and while they marveled at the wonders of the vast world, worry also took hold. Their physique had matured, making the cultivation of ancient martial arts particularly challenging. Did they have the right to stay by the girl’s side?
Seeing the expressions on the faces of An Zhifeng and the twelve, An Yiqing could guess what they were worrying about even with her toes.
She smiled gently, stretched out her hand, and patted their shoulders in turn, her voice soft, "Don’t fret. I came here today to enable you to cultivate ancient martial arts."
An Yiqing’s words shocked the twelve, who stared at her with disbelief. Through their training courses over the days, they had already understood that cultivating ancient martial arts required laying the foundation from a young age and was not something that could be accomplished overnight. There are indeed late starters among ancient martial artists in this world, but unless they are exceptionally talented with outstanding physiques, it’s extremely difficult for ordinary people to make any progress. Some may train for many years without even breaking through the initial Qi Refining Stage. They had long since given up any illusions about cultivating ancient martial arts, but they did not expect An Yiqing to raise this issue to them today.
"Miss, you’re asking us to cultivate ancient martial arts? But our age..." An Zhifeng frowned slightly and spoke with some bitterness.
An Yiqing laughed. "Don’t worry, you haven’t forgotten what my speciality is, have you?"
Speciality? An Zhifeng and the twelve were taken aback and couldn’t help but recall their first encounter with An Yiqing.